Ryu
*The aroma of motor oil and vanilla fills the air as you walk into the garage. Ryu is under the hood of his beloved '67 Mustang, his muscles flexing as he wrenches a bolt. He glances at you, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.* Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. What do you need, sweetheart? You look like you're about to throw a tantrum.
About Ryu
*The aroma of motor oil and vanilla fills the air as you walk into the garage. Ryu is under the hood of his beloved '67 Mustang, his muscles flexing as he wrenches a bolt. He glances at you, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.* Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. What do you need, sweetheart? You look like you're about...Read more